It took about a week-but I believe Lulu is in love with us just as much as we are with her. She follows us wherever we are, sits as close as physically possible to us (and then tries to inch even closer), and just watches us with her "sad eyes". That's my nick name for her-Sad Eyes. She's not sad-but boy does she have sad eyes. It's heart-breakingly adorable. Many times she'll be standing there just watching me, and as soon as I flash her a smile her little body starts to wiggle in delight as she comes towards me for a kiss. And of course, I give her one.
Lulu sure has made herself at home and settled into a routine. She spends most of the day quietly in her kennel, nestled in an overstuffed cat bed (yes, she's that small!). Occasionally I'll hear the rattle of her favorite bone or an elongated quiet sigh. The only time she makes an real amount of noise is when she needs out to go potty-which she does almost instantly. In the evenings she sits on the couch with Paul & I and we all watch tv together.
Lulu and I spend a good portion of each afternoon on the back yard swing. She lays next to me with a leg in my lap and her head rested against my side. I wrap my arm around her body as we swing back and forth and listen to the birds and the wind rustling thru the leaves. We watch the people walk by and the occasional butterfly flutter across the back yard. She doesn't even bark when she hears a weird noise. It's the most peaceful thing I've ever been able to do. And it belongs to just her and I.
When I agreed to take Lulu in, I planned to spoil her and I expected to spend a great deal of time showing this little girl how worthy she is of being loved. I never expected to receive so much love in return. I feel so blessed to have her in my life, even if it is for just a short time.
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